Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nas. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.